WWE Backlash 2025 (7.455942)

BACKLASH RESULTS 

May 10, 2025

OPENING 🌟 

[Scene: Explosive pyro erupts across the entrance stage. The camera flies through a raucous sold-out arena with the crowd on their feet, signs waving, energy electric. The official Backlash 2025 theme music is blasting.]

[Cut to the commentary desk. Booker T, Pat McAfee, and Wade Barrett are standing, hyped up, headsets on, ready to roll.]

—

Booker T:

“Can you dig it, SUCKAAAAA?! Welcome to BACKLASH 2025, baby! We are LIVE and it’s about to go down like never before! I’m talkin’ heavy hitters, high stakes, and heart-pounding action comin’ at ya ALL NIGHT LONG!”

Pat McAfee:

“Let’s GOOOOO!! The vibes are electric, the people are wild, and I’m JACKED to be here with two absolute legends! This ain’t just another premium live event—this is BACKLASH! This is revenge, redemption, and straight-up chaos in the making!”

Wade Barrett:

“Gentlemen, tonight we’re gonna see scores settled and futures made. We’ve got grudges boiling over, titles on the line, and egos clashing in ways you won’t believe. And trust me when I say—I’ve got some bad news—somebody’s walking out of here broken tonight!”

Booker T:

“That’s right, dawg! We got Rock and Roman 2, rivalries at the breaking point, and a crowd that’s ready to lose their minds! And if you think you’ve seen it all before? Uh-uh—this ain’t that show. This is BACKLASH, sucka!”

Pat McAfee:

“We’re talkin’ next-level intensity, Wade. Every match tonight could steal the show—and you already know somebody’s gonna shock the world before the night is over!”

Wade Barrett:

“No doubt about it. This is where legends are forged—and where some careers might just hit their final curtain before the WOW Draft. Buckle up, lads—tonight, anything can happen.”

—

Camera cuts to a dramatic promo package hyping the night’s main event of The Rock versus Roman

WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP

John Cena (c) vs ??? (Mystery Opponent) 🌟 

[Arena lights dim. The Backlash crowd is buzzing, uncertain. The World Title graphic flashes across the screen.]

Pat McAfee:

“We’re not wastin’ time—Backlash is kickin’ off with the World title match! But WHO is Cena defending against?!”

[“The Time is Now” hits. John Cena walks out slowly—not saluting, not smiling. Dressed in black shorts, black and gold “C-Nation Rules the World” shirt. His cold, arrogant expression draws heavy boos.]

Wade Barrett:

“This is not the Cena you remember. This is a calculating, dangerous, self-serving John Cena. And love him or hate him—he’s the champ for a reason.”

Booker T:

“But he don’t know who he’s facing tonight—and that might be the thing that brings this whole thing crashin’ down!”

[Cena grabs a mic in the ring.]

John Cena:

“You people still don’t get it. I’m not here to make you proud—I’m here to prove that I’m untouchable. No matter who they throw at me… I bury. Now send ‘em out. Let’s get this over with.”

[Suddenly—the arena goes pitch black.]

GONG.

GONG.

[The crowd erupts.]

Booker T:

“NO. WAY.”

[Purple fog floods the stage. The lights glow ominous blue. A chilling wind seems to blow through the arena. “Rest In Peace” hits. The Undertaker steps out—coat, hat, and gloves—stoic, legendary, terrifying.]

Pat McAfee:

“THE DEADMAN WALKS AGAIN! You wanted a fight, Cena? This is your reckoning!”

[Bell Rings]

Cena tries to play mind games, circling slowly—but Undertaker walks straight to the center, unphased.

They lock up. Power vs Power. Undertaker shoves Cena back into the corner like he’s nothing.

Early dominance from Taker: Snake Eyes, Big Boot, Leg Drop—near fall!

Cena rolls outside, frustrated, slamming the announce table.

Wade Barrett:

“He’s not just battling a legend—he’s battling a myth!”

Cena pulls a turnbuckle pad off in desperation as the ref is distracted.

Taker grabs him—Chokeslam! 1… 2… KICKOUT!

Undertaker goes for Old School—connects! Signals for the Tombstone.

Pat McAfee:

“This could be it! Cena’s time ends RIGHT NOW!”

Cena wiggles free—lifts Undertaker on his shoulders!

Attitude Adjustment! 1… 2… NO!!! Taker sits up.

[Crowd explodes. Cena is visibly shaken.]

Cena charges—Taker counters with Hell’s Gate submission in the center of the ring!

Cena looks to tap—barely reaches the ropes!

Cena rakes the eyes behind the ref’s back and sends Taker into the exposed turnbuckle!

Booker T:

“That was dirty! That was low-down dirty, man!”

Second AA! Cena covers, feet on the ropes—

1… 2… UNDERTAKER KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Taker grabs Cena by the throat—TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!

But Cena, near the ropes, rolls to the outside before the cover can happen!

As Taker pulls him back in, Cena grabs the title belt—WHAM! Hits Taker in the head as the ref’s view is blocked.

AA onto the exposed steel turnbuckle!

Cena stacks him up, screaming:

John Cena:

“STAY DOWN!”

1… 2… 3.

[BELL RINGS. Crowd is thunderous with boos and stunned gasps.]

Ring Announcer:

“Here is your winner… and STILL the World Heavyweight Champion… JOHN CENA!”

[Cena clutches the belt, limping, his face a mix of exhaustion and malevolent triumph.]

Wade Barrett:

“It took everything he had—and a lot of what he shouldn’t have done—but John Cena survives The Undertaker.”

Pat McAfee:

“He survived… but at what cost? That crowd ain’t cheering, they’re witnessing a fall from grace.”

Booker T:

“He beat the Deadman. But he didn’t beat him clean.”

FATAL FOUR-WAY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH 🌟 

New Catch Republic (c) vs. DIY vs. The Viking Raiders vs. The Street Profits

Pat McAfee:

“Four of the greatest teams in the game right now—one shot at immortality! And tonight… it’s gonna get WILD!”

Wade Barrett:

“The champions, New Catch Republic, have brought class and technical brilliance to this division—but in a match like this, all that precision can go out the window in a heartbeat!”

Booker T:

“This is anybody’s game, sucka! You got firepower, finesse, and chaos all brewin’ in the same ring—and only one team gonna survive with the gold!”

[Chaos from the bell. All eight men explode into action.]

Tyler Bate and Johnny Gargano start with dazzling chain wrestling, only to be taken out by a double dropkick from Montez Ford.

Erik of the Viking Raiders bulldozes through Ford and Bate with brutal lariats.

Ivar hits a spinning heel kick that stuns Ciampa, who falls into a German suplex from Dunne.

The New Catch Republic isolate Dawkins and work over his arm with smooth tags and joint manipulation—classic British style.

Wade Barrett:

“This is what makes New Catch Republic so dangerous—flawless teamwork and technical precision!”

The Viking Raiders break that rhythm with brute strength. Viking Experience attempt on Gargano—countered into a *DDT by Ford off the top rope! Crowd is on their feet!

DIY hit their classic Meet in the Middle on Bate—1… 2… Ivar breaks it up with a splash from the second rope!

Tower of Doom spot—Ciampa superplexes Dunne, Dawkins powerbombs everyone, and Ford hits a Frog Splash on Bate mid-fall!

Booker T:

“WHAT did we just witness?! That was NASTY!”

Ford hits a springboard blockbuster on Ciampa. Dawkins follows with a spinebuster, but Tyler Bate German suplexes both men at once!

DIY lock in double submissions—Ciampa’s Sicilian Stretch on Dawkins and Gargano Escape on Dunne. But Viking Raiders drag them both out and throw them into the barricades!

Ivar cannonballs off the apron onto ALL FOUR TEAMS at ringside!

Pat McAfee:

“It’s a demolition derby out here!”

Back in the ring: Dunne and Bate hit Double Pile Drivers on Ciampa and Ford.

1… 2… Ford kicks out at the LAST second!

Dawkins shoulder tackles both Dunne and Bate out of the ring and yells, “LET’S FINISH THIS!”

Street Profits rally: Cash Out combo—Ford hits a Tope Con Hilo wiping out Viking Raiders and DIY on the outside!

Dawkins slams Dunne down with a pop-up spinebuster. Ford climbs…

Pat McAfee:

“He’s going for it all!”

FORD WITH A SKY-HIGH FROM THE HEAVENS!!!

1… 2… 3!!!

[BELL RINGS. The crowd goes WILD.]

WINNERS AND NEW WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE STREET PROFITS

Ring Announcer:

“Here are your winners… and NEW WWE Tag Team Champions… THE STREET PROFITS!”

[Montez Ford and Angelo Dawkins collapse to their knees, overcome with emotion, clutching the titles. Confetti rains. Fans chant, “WE WANT THE SMOKE!”]

Booker T:

“They did it, man! They climbed the mountain, stayed in the fight, and now they sittin’ on the throne! THAT’S what I call tag team greatness!”

Wade Barrett:

“They survived technical wizards, savages, and psycho DIY—tonight, the Street Profits proved they’re more than entertainment.”

Pat McAfee:

“The smoke belongs to the CHAMPS, baby!”

PIÑATA MATCH FOR THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP 🌟 

(Bust the piñata hanging above the ring to win the title!)

Chad Gable (c) w/Doc Brown vs Rey Mysterio vs Santos Escobar vs Angel Garza

[The ring is decorated in vibrant fiesta colors. A massive piñata shaped like the Intercontinental Championship belt dangles above the center of the ring, swinging ominously. Ladders surround the ring, and yes—there are actual candy sticks (and kendo sticks disguised as candy canes) everywhere.]

Pat McAfee:

“Look at that thing! That’s not just a piñata—that’s a golden nugget of chaos just waiting to explode!”

Booker T:

“And you know it’s gonna get wild when ladders, lucha, and a crazy ol’ Doc from 1985 are involved!”

[Bell rings. All four men stare up at the swaying piñata. Gable yells, “SHOOSH, please!” and immediately eats a double superkick from Escobar and Garza.]

Rey hits a springboard hurricanrana on Garza.

Santos monkey flips Gable into a ladder, then baseball slides into it to smash it into his ribs.

Doc Brown is outside shouting, “Chad! We need more torque!” and adjusting something in a glowing backpack.

Pat McAfee:

“Doc Brown has NO idea what sport this is, but I love it!”

Garza pulls off his tear-away pants mid-ladder climb, blows a kiss to the crowd, but Rey Mysterio jumps off the top rope with a seated senton that lands Garza groin-first on the ladder.

Booker T:

“He ain’t flirtin’ no more, dawg!”

Gable is about to climb, but Doc pulls out a remote-controlled ladder stabilizer, yelling,

“Great Scott! I’ve achieved 1.21 LADDER-watts!”

He presses a button, and the ladder starts spinning like a merry-go-round with Gable clinging to the top screaming, “SHOOOOOOOSH—AAAAH!”

Gable is launched off the ladder and lands flat on Garza. Double KO!

Wade Barrett:

“That’s either genius… or a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Pat McAfee: 

“That is a gimmick ladder!”

Escobar hits a Phantom Driver onto a pile of candy sticks.

Rey hits a 619 around the post, then springboards into a ladder climb!

Gable leaps from the turnbuckle with a rolling Chaos Theory to pull Rey down mid-climb—crowd goes nuts!

Escobar and Rey are fighting at the top of the ladder, each grabbing for the piñata.

Gable is down, dazed… until Doc rolls into the ring with a leaf blower duct-taped to a hoverboard.

Doc Brown:

“If my calculations are correct… this’ll blow the roof off!”

He aims the leaf blower at the piñata, launches a bag of Pop Rocks into the air, and accidentally hits Rey and Escobar with a gust of wind that knocks them off the ladder!

Gable seizes the moment—climbs the ladder with candy stuck to his back—and WHACKS the piñata with a “Shoosh” branded kendo stick!

BOOM! The piñata EXPLODES in a blast of glitter, Tootsie Rolls, and the Intercontinental Championship belt, which falls into Gable’s hands.

[Bell rings!]

WINNER AND STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION: CHAD GABLE

Pat McAfee:

“HE DID IT! And he barely understands how! But Chad Gable, with help from the space-time lunatic, is STILL your Intercontinental Champion!”

Doc Brown:

rushing into the ring

“I told you, Chad! All we needed was 88 miles per hour and a ladder!”

Gable (clutching the title, confused and sticky):

“I don’t even LIKE candy, bro…”

Booker T:

“That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen—and I LOVED IT.”

BACKSTAGE 🌟 

[Camera cuts to a chaotic scene backstage.]

EMTs are kneeling beside a motionless Kofi Kingston, who’s laid out face-first on the concrete floor. His gear is shredded, and a production crate is tipped over beside him. 

Staff:

“Get a medic! Where were y’all?! He was getting ready! What the HELL happened?!”

[Producers and WWE officials rush to the scene. One referee radios security.]

Referee:

“We need eyes on every hallway—check the footage NOW!”

Booker T (on commentary):

“Aw man… this is BAD. Kofi look like he just went through a war back there, and nobody knows who did it!”

[Cut to Pat McAfee and Wade Barrett ringside, stunned.]

Pat McAfee:

“This was supposed to be for the United States Championship, Kofi vs. Bálor—and now… I mean look at him! He’s in NO condition to compete!”

Wade Barrett:

“And where is Finn Bálor? The champ hasn’t been seen all night. No interview. No check-in. No entrance prep. Something smells fishy here.”

IN-RING ANNOUNCEMENT

Ring Announcer:

“Ladies and gentlemen, due to the condition of Kofi Kingston after a backstage assault and the unavailability of United States Champion Finn Bálor… the scheduled United States Championship match is officially CANCELLED.”

[Crowd boos]

Pat McAfee:

“Whether it was Bálor or someone else—we’ve got a mystery on our hands. But one thing’s for sure… you don’t do this to Kofi Kingston and walk away without answers.”

Wade Barrett:

“It’s not just a whodunnit—it’s a declaration. Someone’s playing a dangerous game in the U.S. Title picture.”

WWE WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH 🌟 

Asuka (c) vs. Naomi

[BIG MATCH FEEL – MAIN EVENT ENERGY]

Ring lights dim. Spotlights flash. The crowd buzzes with anticipation. Asuka walks out with an aura of power, adorned in full Kabuki armor, mask gleaming, title proudly over her shoulder. The Empress is unshaken. Focused. Ruthless.

Then…

“Feel the Glow” hits. The arena erupts. Naomi steps onto the stage—decked out in glowing championship-inspired gear, braids lit with neon fiber optics, tears already welling in her eyes as the moment washes over her.

Pat McAfee:

“You FEEL that?! That’s not just electricity—that’s destiny walking down the ramp!”

Booker T:

“Naomi been grindin’, scratchin’, and climbin’ for this moment for YEARS, dawg. But Asuka… she don’t give up that title for nobody. This gon’ be a WAR.”

[Respectful lock-up. Asuka tries to get in Naomi’s head early with mind games and precision strikes. Naomi answers with speed and pure heart.]

Asuka targets Naomi’s left leg early with brutal kicks and submissions—trying to ground the glow.

Naomi counters with creative evasions: a handspring escape into a spinning enziguri, and a slingshot facebuster off the ropes.

Wade Barrett:

“Naomi’s putting on the performance of her career right now—but the Empress hasn’t even hit top gear yet!”

Asuka locks in the Asuka Lock—twisting Naomi backwards in the center of the ring!

Naomi claws, scratches, rolls—just barely gets a foot on the ropes.

Asuka tries a running knee—Naomi dodges and hits the Rear View!

1… 2… KICKOUT!

Naomi climbs the ropes, goes for a split-legged moonsault—Asuka catches her mid-air in an armbar!

Naomi flips out—lands a sitout powerbomb!

Both women are exhausted. Naomi’s leg is barely holding up. Asuka charges for the Buzzsaw Kick—

Naomi ducks!

POP-UP GLOW KICK to the jaw!

Naomi springs to the ropes—Split-Legged Moonsault!

1… 2… 3!!!

[BELL RINGS — THE CROWD EXPLODES!]

WINNER AND NEW WWE WOMEN’S CHAMPION: NAOMI

[Naomi collapses to her knees, overwhelmed with emotion, clutching the title to her chest. Tears fall as she looks out to the crowd—fans chanting “YOU DESERVE IT!”]

Asuka slowly rises, walks to Naomi… and extends her hand. Naomi takes it. The two embrace.

Pat McAfee:

“A queen has been crowned tonight. Naomi didn’t just win the title—she won the world’s respect!”

Booker T:

“That’s how you make history, man. That’s how you rise. Naomi did the unthinkable—and she did it with style, heart, and grit.”

MAIN EVENT

WWE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH 🌟 

The Rock (c) vs. Roman Reigns

[Massive entrances. The Rock arrives in a sleeveless Versace jacket with the WWE Title over his shoulder, smirking with that old-school Hollywood shine. Roman Reigns emerges in warrior black with gold accents, locked in like a war god. The energy is nuclear.]

Booker T:

“This ain’t just a title match, dawg—this is the endgame!”

Wade Barrett:

“Only one of these men walks into Starrcade as champion—and the other walks out humbled.”

Opening minutes are stiff and tense—Roman with punishing lariats, The Rock with signature punches and spinebusters.

The Rock takes Roman down with a Dragon Screw and mocks the Superman Punch.

Roman answers with a Guillotine, nearly choking The Rock out early!

Pat McAfee:

“There’s no bloodline, no excuses tonight—this is tribal combat reborn!”

Rock hits a Rock Bottom—but Roman kicks out at 2.9!

Roman nails two Superman Punches, calls for the Spear—but The Rock leapfrogs and lands a DDT into a kip-up!

Crowd is unglued as both warriors collapse from exhaustion.

[Suddenly… from the crowd, storming in a black hoodie… it’s MR. MURREY!]

He slides into the ring just as the referee gets knocked down from a misfired Spear!

Murrey grabs the WWE Championship. The Rock turns—

WHAM! Murrey cracks The Rock across the skull with the title belt!

Booker T:

“WHAT THE HELL?! Are we stuck on a loop? Who let this clown in here? Is he trying to give Roman the edge or protect the gold?”

Pat McAfee:

“That’s a DQ if the ref saw it—but he DIDN’T!”

Murrey turns around—BUT WAIT—ROMAN SPINS AROUND—

SUPERMAN PUNCH TO MURREY! The crowd erupts!

Roman, confused but refocused, drags The Rock up—

But The Rock SPINS Roman around… ROCK BOTTOM!!!

The referee crawls into position…

1…

2…

3!!!

[Bell rings!]

WINNER AND STILL WWE CHAMPION: THE ROCK

[Crowd is a mix of shock and awe. The Rock stumbles to his feet, belt in hand, smirking even through the pain.]

The Rock grabs a mic. Crowd is still buzzing.

The Rock:

“FINALLY… the Rock is STILL… your WWE Champion.”

“But make no mistake—this is more than just titles. This is HISTORY.”

“Because the Rock ain’t just walkin’ into Starrcade as the champ… oh no…”

“The Rock… is walking in… as the most powerful man in sports entertainment. Why?”

“Because as of today… The Rock’s company—D7 GLOBAL—is the majority shareholder of WWE!”

[Mic drop. Crowd erupts. Cameras cut to shocked fans, jaw-dropped commentators, and a livid Roman Reigns on the outside.]

Pat McAfee:

“This ain’t just a title reign… it’s a hostile takeover in People’s Eyebrow form!”

Booker T:

“Ain’t NEVER been done like this before, dawg—The Rock just made himself a walking monument in the business!”